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Jul 2015
Lonely down the lane
A buzz a ball and chain
Down the interstate
We move for motion's sake

A curse under my breath
One worse upon my head
The worst of fears for us
We are our father's sons

Drinking in the dark
Begging for a spark
Your eyes would leave a mark
Your lips would leave a scar

Just take what you get this time
Even dog years aren't what they used to be.
John Murphy
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John Murphy  upstate
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   Kelley A Vinal
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